" We didn't mind; we sank into chairs and drank tea, and tried to strike that delicate balance between gratitude and grovelling worship. It was good t... be inside.As I adjusted to not driving, not squinting, and not being on the edge of panic, I began to notice our hostess. She was not quite the generic suburban woman I had first thought I'd seen; her hair was long and lustrous, her body full and interesting in a loose casual dress that showed considerable bust and legs. The more I studied her,. "We lived on 87th and 2nd, so I went to 86th Street to catch the train toBrooklyn. The 4 train pulled up and I tried to jostle my way in. Therewas, as always, one of those assholes who wouldn't move away from thedoor, no matter how empty the interior is and no matter how many peoplewho are on the platform. I said, "Excuse me," and he smirked andrefused to move. I threw a shoulder block. Both he and his smirkremained immobile. 'Huh? Why the hell is this so damn difficult?' Ithought. Then. A rubber hose would work just as well and much fast there gps surveillance markers and all that other shit.Tomorrow it will all be over and I will be closing another chapter in my life, I thought. Then I had one of those wild swings of thought that only a mentally ill person has. I'm a fucking millionaire and I just had a cold greasy hamburger for dinner. I looked at the almost warm can of diet coke and I almost lost it.I poured a healthy shot of the green dragon into the almost warm can of. Slipping my hand inside and feeling that warm, damp, coarse nest of pussy hair again, I announced my intentions. “I want to fucking get you off.”I tried not to go crazy, tried to ease into it, but her erratic breathing, sighing, and whispering whimpers propelled me. I was soon massaging the wet folds of her labia, and soon thereafter curling my fingertips inside her welcoming hole. She opened her legs more, inviting me to reach further inside. She arched her back to point her nipple at the.